| Watch out, here it come, that’s the spirit, son | 
| I can feel it in the air, I’m feeling young | 
| Not here to fight, we call it fun | 
| Allah gave me light, real strong | 
| Meet me at the top, near dawn | 
| Damn right, nope, we always kill songs | 
| Mamma gave birth, righteous seed | 
| Tension in the hood, it’s alright with me | 
| Flows laid down with lightning speed | 
| The track game good, it’s alright with me | 
| I’ma keep dropping albums, each year | 
| Fold y’all niggas, beach chair | 
| I told y’all niggas, it’s heat here | 
| Watch how y’all step, watch your feet there | 
| You blocking the shine of the chief here | 
| It’s Keynote Speaker, leap year | 
| Watch out, here it come, that’s the spirit, son | 
| I can feel it in the air, I’m feeling young | 
| Not here to fight, we call it fun | 
| Allah gave me light, real strong | 
| Meet me at the top, near dawn | 
| Damn right, nope, we always kill songs | 
| Relentless, hustle, respect the fullest | 
| I’m ready, set, see my extra bullets | 
| I’m on deck, see, I’m next to do it | 
| My nest is blooming, my heart is fuming | 
| What you expect, man? | 
| The God is human | 
| I’m next to do it, my brain is fluid | 
| This is my anger, it’s chamber music, now | 
| Here we are, to spank and bruise it, now | 
| Middle finger, if you think we lose it | 
| But you like it 'cause you choose it | 
| You can’t coach me out my style | 
| I’m the millennium poster child | 
| Put in years, move at a slow pace | 
| As I watch y’all spit with no taste | 
| Watch out, here it come, that’s the spirit, son | 
| I can feel it in the air, I’m feeling young | 
| Not here to fight, we call it fun | 
| Allah gave me light, real strong | 
| Meet me at the top, near dawn | 
| Damn right, nope, we always kill songs |